Chapter 95: The Spoiled Little Troublemaker (8)

Under Qingwu's horrified gaze, Jiang Zhiran stretched out his arms without hesitation, gently carried her in his arms like a princess as if she were a treasure, and then took big strides and slowly walked upstairs.

"Come on, my little princess, I'll take you to see your apology gift."

Jiang Zhiran's low and magnetic voice sounded in Qingwu's ears, making her heart tremble involuntarily.

Qing Wu didn't believe it. She twisted her body desperately, trying to break free from Jiang Zhiran's arms, struggling, "Put me down! Beast!"

A hint of darkness flashed across his black eyes, and Jiang Zhiran's Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously. At this time, Qingwu, who was tightly held in his arms, could even clearly hear the strong heartbeat coming from his chest.

"Don't move, or I'll be a beast, Awu."

Feeling something, Qingwu was so frightened that she dared not move at all.

Looking at the person in his arms who had finally calmed down, a faint smile flashed across Jiang Zhiran's eyes.

Don't worry, it's not too late to deal with this beast later.

The most important thing right now is to comfort her first.

Soon, the two arrived at the room upstairs.

Jiang Zhiran gently pushed open the door, and what caught Qingwu's eyes was a wall full of bags.

This is the complete series of the second-generation Kelly bags that Qingwu wants.

Moreover, they are neatly arranged according to different color schemes. Various colorful colors are intertwined together, which is pleasing to the eye and makes people feel happy instantly.

"Wow!!!"

It really proves the old saying - it cures all diseases.

Even Qingwu, who has always been arrogant and willful, couldn't help but feel happy at this moment.

With such financial resources and power, he was able to acquire the entire series of Aima Ma without any matching or waiting.

This is something Qingwu cannot do.

Jiang Zhiran noticed that Qingwu was finally happy, and his eyes were filled with joy. "Happy? Have you forgiven your brother?"

Qingwu's mind was no longer on Jiang Zhiran at all. She couldn't wait to break free from the man's arms and appreciate and touch those exquisite bags up close.

But Jiang Zhiran's strong arms held her tightly in his arms like iron clamps, making her unable to move at all.

Above his head, Jiang Zhiran's slightly helpless and meaningful low voice came again: "Awu, have you forgiven brother?"

Seeing that Qingwu remained silent and just struggled slightly, he repeated it again.

Facing Jiang Zhiran's questioning, Qingwu replied perfunctorily, somewhat impatiently: "I forgive you, I forgive you. Brother is the best~"

Jiang Zhiran didn't mind, "Then...Awu, can I kiss you?"

Perhaps because this man gave her so many precious gifts to please her, Qingwu finally paid more attention to him.

I saw her slightly open her red lips and pout them slightly. Her delicate and tempting lips were like flowers blooming in spring, as if they were stained with the sweetest nectar in the world, extremely tempting.

It is the most silent invitation.

This made Jiang Zhiran's eyes suddenly become as dark as the night, deep and unfathomable.

The fiery emotions surging inside could no longer be suppressed.

In the next moment, he leaned forward like a wild beast out of control, and kissed her heavily and domineeringly.

The moment their lips touched, it was as hot as a raging fire, yet gentle as a spring breeze. Two completely different feelings intertwined together, and he kissed devoutly and attentively.

At this moment, he seemed to want to completely rub Qingwu into his bones and blood, never to be separated.

The scorching heat spreading between his lips and teeth seemed like a silent oath, declaring that she completely belonged to him from now on.

As time went by, Qingwu's aura gradually became disordered, her eyes began to turn slightly red, and she looked both shy and lovable.

The atmosphere changed.

Qing Wu didn't know how it turned out like this. Her mind went blank and she could only curse subconsciously: "Beast!"

However, before she finished her words, a whimper came out of her mouth the next second.

Jiang Zhiran was behind Qingwu. He couldn't help but smile when he heard her grumbling. He said softly, "Yes, brother admits it."

After saying that, he took a breath, then took Qingwu's hand and took Qingwu to pick out her favorite bag.

"Awu, look, I recognize them. This is Haze Blue, and this is Holy Grail Blue..."

"This is chick yellow, this is lemon yellow..."

“…”

Qingwu was already extremely confused at this time and had no time to care about these things. She just nodded randomly.

But the man did not let her go, and continued to ask in a slightly mischievous tone: "Awu, what color is that? Brother wants to know more about what Awu likes..."

In a daze, Qing Wu answered casually. "Milk, milkshake white..."

Jiang Zhiran glanced at the red bag in the direction of her finger, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his mood suddenly became particularly comfortable.

......

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and poured into the room, creating soft rays of light.

Qingwu slowly woke up, blinked her eyes, and adjusted to the brightness in the room.

When her vision gradually became clear, she found that Jiang Zhiran beside her was still immersed in sleep, and his hand holding her was very tight.

As if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go.

The quilt was slightly open, revealing Jiang Zhiran's sleek collarbone. In this dim environment, his skin glowed with a cold white light, exuding an innate noble temperament.

At this moment, Jiang Zhiran's rebellious face showed a look of peace and well-behaved.

His thick, fan-like eyelashes drooped down gently, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under his eyes, as if sealing up the sharpness and unruliness that usually appeared in his eyes.

People often say that Prince Jiang has a capricious and unruly personality, and his methods of doing things are extremely brutal.

But only Qingwu knew that this seemingly cold and ruthless man actually gave all his tenderness to her without reservation.

but!

A slight resentment suddenly welled up in Qingwu's heart. She angrily reached out and twisted Jiang Zhiran's strong arm muscles, but no matter how hard she tried, the muscles remained hard and motionless.

"Are you hungry? Didn't you have enough last night?"

Just when Qingwu was getting a little exasperated, a slightly hoarse voice came from above her head.

As the words fell, Jiang Zhiran slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of sleepiness still in his eyes that had not completely dissipated.